Trembling Knees and Twitching Desire
Vince’s knees creaked as he stood, shaky and unsteady, pulling his slacks back up over his trembling thighs. His shirt clung to his damp skin, wrinkled and untucked, but he didn’t bother fixing it. He wasn’t allowed to look presentable yet. Not until they dismissed him. Brian leaned against the porch railing, lighting a cigarette, his lean torso gleaming faintly in the dim light. Skip remained seated in the rocking chair, legs sprawled, watching Vince with a smirk that made his stomach twist.
"Still hard, old man?” Skip drawled, tapping his phone against his thigh. “Or are you just hoping we’ll make you stay?”
Vince swallowed, throat raw from Brian’s cock, and shook his head. “No, sir,” he rasped. His voice was barely audible, hoarse and broken, and it made Skip laugh.
“Pathetic,” Skip said, leaning forward. “You’re not even worth the fucking effort, but here we are. Tomorrow, Caron. Same time. Don’t forget.”
Vince nodded, his eyes downcast. “I won’t.”
Brian exhaled a plume of smoke, his gaze heavy on Vince. “You’re lucky we’re even bothering with you. Most men your age are useless.”
The words stung, but they also made Vince’s